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Monday, August 31, 2015

When Ben Harris' sister passes away, her husband, Roger Keswick, is
mysteriously absent from her funeral. It's not until 6 months later that Ben is
pulled back in to Roger's life, only to find that he's moved on. His new wife
may be called Jessica, but she's the spitting image of Ben's sister. Things
escalate when Roger claims there's a factory under his house run by little
people called the Katoy.

EXCERPT:

"Ben?" Audry called from the far gate.

"Here, Audry," I said, getting to my
feet.

Roger did the same.

By the time we made it to the front yard the police
were driving away.

Jessica and Audry approached us, each slipping an
arm around Roger and me.

"Jessica, Audry.I..." Roger stammered before he broke
down into tears.

Arm in arm we went into the house.

"Come over here, all of you," Roger said,
rushing into the living room.Opening
the wall cabinet that held his computer, he flipped it on. "Let me show
you.I have proof."

The girls moved, one to each side of him and I in
the center, just far enough not to interfere.The monitor hummed to life.

Audry silently wiped tears from her face and held
my hand tightly.

Roger opened file after file until reaching one
called 'Katoy.'

Excitedly, he got up, knocking over his chair, and
rushed to turn on the stereo.He
adjusted it, making it a little louder than usual before righting the chair,
retaking his place.

"You must promise never to speak of this
outside of these four walls," he said, covering the screen with his left
hand.

We looked at each other and vowed our oath of
silence.

"Ok, Bob," Roger said and a new image
jumped to the screen.

"Bob is your computer?" I asked a little
bewildered.

"Yeah.Cool huh?" he said, grinning, half turning to me."I have him hooked up all over the
house."

AUTHOR Bio and
Links:

I
was raised pretty much the same as everyone else... devoted mother, strict
father and all the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn't
friendly, I just wasn't "people orientated". Maybe I lived in my head
way more than I should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at
least I did until I met my wife.

The
first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can't
remember what it was about... something about dust bunnies under the bed and
monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me
shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and
prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.

It
wasn't a deliberate conscious thought it was more of a stepping stone. My wife
and I had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down
our dreams as they occurred. "Be as detailed as you can," we were
told.

I
was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy it's making people believe me and I
like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mine you, just a
little step out of sync, just enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or
not.When I write, I always write with
the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I
guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Filion felt safe in his role as a Dream Searcher. He was paid to
venture into other’s dreams and exert influence over individuals whom he would
never meet in the flesh.

But that was until he received The Summoning. Filion has been
called to track down and protect Ryo, the last of the Chozen. She is the only
hope of preventing a tide of evil driven by the Afortiori and the prospect of
universal slavery if they aren’t stopped.

Time is ticking and Filion has no idea of how to find Ryo let
alone how to protect her, yet destinies of planets rest in her hands. Enlisting
the help of a rag-tag band of mercenaries, Filion will set out to search the
wastes for Ryo. Together they will confront an evil whose power they just might
have fatally underestimated.

Tomorrow is Too Late:

I was a
natural flier, I could take a punch, and I was smarter than most. Within five
years I was a full-fledged pilot. On my last assignment, I was Master Pilot Eri
Everfar, commanding pilot of a class B Federal war ship, the Seeker, and that’s
where I met him, Drakier Lu…

Filion and his new friends have escaped Bok and are stuck in an
asteroid field that isn’t supposed to exist. They’ve almost run out of fuel,
their water supply is seriously depleted, all of their food has been destroyed,
and the girl they’d just risked everything to save, Ryo, is dead.

Captain Eri’s former lover, Drakier Lu, has been promoted to
Master Commander of the entire Federal Fleet, and his assignment is to find and
capture the Dark Horse. Captain Eri has been identified as a Tiori, and she and
her associates have just become the Federation’s most wanted. Things aren’t
what they seem though, and the line between good and evil blurs as the players’
true motivations come to light.

Filion and the crew return, traveling the galaxy and dodging the
Federation and the Tioris, all the while searching for a rogue planet that may
or may not be harboring the one person who can save them all…

The Degrees of Destiny:

When I was on Lamu, I inhaled an Afortiori's vileness. That
blackness will be what allows me to win. I will use their own evil against
them. Because of this I am tainted. I am but a degree different from what I
fight, but in that degree, hangs the balance between universal slavery and Free
Will.

Having fled from Lamu only moments before its
destruction, Filion and his friends find themselves hiding in the shadows as
the Federation and the Afortiori mobilize against their worst enemy, The
Etulosba and its crew. The Etulosba, Ryo, plans for her final battle. She was
engineered to fight for Free Will, but to win that war, she will have to become
what no Chozen was meant to be - an Afortiori. Caught in Ryo's wake, Captain
Eri is torn between leading her crew and confronting Drakier Lu, her former
lover and torturer. Will she be able to overcome what he did to her, or will
she fail, thereby becoming what he made her and letting down Ryo, her crew, and
ultimately, the universe? Filion and the crew return in the final installment
of The Ryo Myths. Join them as they begin a journey that not all of them will
survive.

THE REALITIES OF BEING A WRITER:

Thanks for having me and supporting The Ryo Myths! You asked me to talk
about the realities of being a writer. While I can only speak for myself, I’d
have to start by first saying, it isn’t what I imagined.

As a child, I figured that once you got
published, you then just spent your days thinking and reading and writing and
going to various engagements to promote your work, all the while being
recognized for your literary prowess. Funny, I know. Actually, I spend my days
going to work, and then my off time reading and writing and thinking and not
really caring if people recognize my literary prowess. That last part has only
developed since getting published, and I greatly enjoy it.

That isn’t to say I don’t care how my books
are received, I do, but for me, being well received is no longer synonymous
with being successful. I know that a huge part of my confidence in my work came
from finally being traditionally recognized (with a traditional publishing
contract), but instead of feeling like I then had to write to please someone
else, I became much more settled in developing my own voice and writing for my
own pleasure. Suddenly, I no longer felt the burning need to prove myself. I
felt like I had finally reached the top of a long, difficult climb, and I could
finally rest.

That said, there is no rest for a blooming
author. Part of being an author, as opposed to being a writer, is that you have
to develop a platform - blog, tweet, post, gain followers and keep them. Turn
followers into readers, turn those readers into buyers. Being an author no
longer means locking yourself in your turret and penning your manuscript then
giving it to a publisher to disseminate to the masses. You are the author and
marketer. You are the face of your brand, and you have something to sell.

This part is hard for me. I am not a
salesman, and I don’t believe you should read my book because I tell you to.
You should read it because you want to, and if you like it, that’s great. You
don’t have to like it though, and that’s the great thing about literature. It’s
subjective. Some people like some things and other people like other things.
There are no absolutes, and that is great, unless you’re trying to make it in
the vast world of the Internet. It’s easy to get lost in the pixels, and
staying relevant is hard. I write because I can’t not, not because I covet a
million likes. As a result, I’m not the best author, but you asked about being
a writer, and as far as I see it, a writer is someone who writes, regardless of
everything else.

I guess that’s the reality of being a writer.
Just because you are a good writer doesn’t mean you’re a good author. Just
because you’re a good author doesn’t mean you’re a good writer. Sometimes
though, it’s easy to confuse the two. The reality of me being a writer is that
writing brings me great joy, even if I only get to do it on the weekends or
after work. I’m happy I get to share The
Ryo Myths with you, and I hope if they appeal to you, you read them and
like them. If not, I hope whatever you read next hits the spot.

Cheers!

Perrin

EXCERPT:

She
barreled blindly through the forest, not knowing where she was going, only that
she had to go. She had to get away, away from whom she didn’t know, but she had
to move. They were watching her.

Memories
flooded through her. She was on a ship, she was in a car, she was healing the
sick, she was giving orders, she was lost. These memories weren’t hers, yet
they felt so natural. They felt so real. It was her, Ryo, in those memories,
but she couldn’t recall any of them any more than one could truly recall a
dream.

She
stopped running. Her side ached from the exertion, and her right leg still bled
painfully. She peeled back the dark, sticky dress. The cut was deep. It wasn’t
going to heal on its own. Then the bubbling came back.

Her
hands moved over her leg, and she gasped. The bubbling grew, the hotness, the
confidence, the power; all of it came back. She closed her eyes and the pain
peaked, then it was gone. She waited several breaths, and then finally opened
her eyes. Other than the dried blood and torn dress, one would never have known
her leg had been injured. The skin was flawless without even a hint of a scar.
She looked at her hands. She had known exactly where to put them. It was as if
she had done this every day of her life...

She
stood up and quickly sat back down. Her legs shook, and her breathing was
ragged. What was happening to her?

Who
was she?

AUTHOR Bio and
Links:

Perrin is the author of The Ryo Myths,
a sci-fi/fantasy trilogy that has been heralded to engage both nerds and
non-nerds alike. Check out her books on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. When not writing, Perrin enjoys drinking coffee and
swimming, although usually not at the same time.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A reverent
touch to a set of suede-covered cuffs, and Jillian Dosh unwittingly takes the
first step into a world that she never knew existed. Busted while she’s making
a stealthy visit to Three Divisions Lifestyle Emporium, Jillian can’t believe
she’s face-to-face with her fantasy lover. Much more potent up front and
personal, Leo Straton’s commanding presence intrigues and scares her at the
same time. Can fantasy become reality?

Recognizing the voluptuous Jillian
as the perfect submissive for him, Leo begins a journey to pull her into his
world of D/s. She’s innocent, imaginative, strong-willed, and dangerous to his
heart. She’s his butterfly—stuck in the chrysalis of the vanilla world and ready
to spread her wings. Overcoming her initial hesitancy, Jillian begins to
blossom under his tutelage. But an innocent deception may bring this new love
to a crashing halt.

Three Divisions, Book 1 ignites the
senses, fires up your libido, and makes you crave to be owned by this Dom.

EXCERPT:

Hurrying
along the walkway, eyes glued to the window, Jillian finally discovered a
ten-inch gap between advertisement posters. Cupping her hands against the
surprisingly clean glass, she peered inside, stood on tiptoe to see past the
shelving, and immediately spotted two men. A quick assessment told her that the
one with the gray hair and wrinkled business suit wasn’t a local. The brown
leather suitcase leaning innocently against his right leg still carried the
airline terminal tag.

Jillian
couldn’t help but snort when she glanced to the other one. He was a little
younger, wore a wedding ring, and still clung to his glory days as life pulled
him kicking and screaming into his forties. The severely faded and tattered USC
College T-shirt had seen better days. She wondered how many times his wife had
thrown it in the garbage, only to find it among the laundry items the very next
day. That could very well explain the small Band-Aid on his left ear. She
darted out of sight when the men’s profiles made an appearance.

Glancing
down the relatively deserted street, Jillian was surprised to find that the
fading sun had finally decided to hide itself, instantly bringing deep shadows
to stretch ominously between each dim streetlight—a clear warning sign for the
smart people to get their butts home. Only a few businesses across the roadway
had yet to turn their exterior lights on, making the surroundings even
spookier. She knew she needed to get this over with before the night dwellers
burst out from wherever they hid during the harshness of the day and began
filling the walkways.

Pushing
quickly inside her targeted establishment, Jillian cringed upon hearing the
tinkling of bells over the doorway. She reached up and silenced them before
they could finish waking up the dead. Crap! Didn’t see that coming.

Dodging
to the side of a tall, metal structure, Jillian chanced a quick peek past the
edge to see if she’d been discovered or if any other bodies were milling about
the interior. Satisfied she only had the two oblivious browsers to contend
with, Jillian slithered around several displays and two more short cabinets
before she was ensconced behind a thick bookshelf with ample space between
shelves to peek out.

Bravado
growing by the second, she moved on silent feet along the narrow aisle, eyes
locked onto the two men continuing to keep a respectable distance from one
another. She quirked a brow. You both might as well have a bulls-eye tattooed
on your backs. Not once had they made eye contact, much less taken the time to
glance over their shoulders to spot her lurking close at their rear.

Jillian
couldn’t help but shake her head as she slid her hand out of her purse, cupped
it with the other, and rested her grip on the smooth wood to steady her arms.
Maneuvering the red laser dot from one skull base to the next, she considered
her targets the proverbial “innocent bystanders” mentioned in every news
article about the increasing murder rate in this crazy town. They were
oblivious to their surroundings, content in the false knowledge that nothing
bad would ever happen to them. Things like that only occurred to other people—a
typical last thought of hapless victims.

Oh,
well. Reality time.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Celeste was born and raised
in a small town between Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin. Wanting to see more than
her small Texas town, she joined the Marines, which satisfied her craving to
see more of the U.S. and her drive to see if she could be one of the few and
the proud. A firm believer in educating the mind, Celeste has achieved several
advanced degrees, the latest being a master’s of science.

Her true love is writing
erotic romance about men who know how to treat their women right. Celeste is
also the author of the award winning FUELED BY LUST series. All currently
released books in the series have made it into the Top 5 Bestseller Lists at
Bookstrand.com within days of release as well as making it into the Top 10
Hottest New Releases in Erotic Science Fiction on Amazon.

Celeste would also like to
give a shout out to the scrumptiously delicious Dustin Sherer, the cover model
for Book 1 of this new series. You can find him on Facebook at Dustin Sherer:
Fitness Model and Athlete.

About Me

HI, my name is Alisia. I enjoy spending time with my family and friends. I like to go to the beach and collect sea glass and sand from different states. I like to go bowling and ice skating (both of which I am not very good at but thats what makes it fun). And I LOVE reading :). I have started getting into watching anime (and love it so far). I also have a twin sister. And I am half way through college!!